Doubts.

Yes, I have my doubts,

and I am weak at times.

The fragrances and the skins,

the lights and the drinks,

talks and askances,

eyes and gestures.

Definitely lure me away,

into looking for that instant pleasure,

that feeling of just doing it,

and the afterwards feeling of thinking about you and us.

I love these struggles,

that strength of thinking about you,

even in most compelling times,

is what makes me write,

is what makes me ride.

There are going to be many more,

specially when some seas are in between and

far has your touch been,

Yet, I feel it strongly,

tenderly and gently.

stronger than the ones floating around at times.

The Roses

I wake up and wash my eyes,

and notice the twinkling of the pinks,

who made such color, who made such bliss.

I soak my face and again look at it,

what dark tinge there

who filled it there, who poised it there.

the first inkling that I am heating inside

the first sign that I am shivering outside

the first wrinkle, how it came up here?

the roses are inside us, are on us.

for so, we kiss our loves,

the yearn quenches through them.

the soft and the gentle brushes,

hard sometimes, and the tangling of emotions

who brings to the core.

yes, they are lips,

the roses flung on us,

the mysterious dark beauties.

Love

I love you so much
its just that some oceans are between,
and eluded has the touch been .

I think of you a lot,
you in my arms,
with your eyes gently down,
and your hair lying around,
your scent becomes mine.

That you're beautiful,
and that your eyes speak
from behind the lashes,
and that the heart pounds,
beneath the feel,
just waxes even more, my zeal.

You speak love,
and you spread warmth,
you make my soul,
feel your charm.

and when the wet hair are uncombed,
and you are hurrying around,
when the rain is there,
drenching with you around
is in fact purging abound.

and I can go on....and on

I,I

We chatted, We talked

We roamed, We walked

but do I know you?

We played, We stayed

We gambled, we slept

but do I love you ?

We thought, We pondered

We stopped, We sauntered

but am I with you?

and the anomaly lingers

a hazy, stimulating concept you are,

and who are you?

utterly unexplored, you remain yet.

Jodhpur

An early morning , office time and yet : I am writing blog.
May seem like office is not endearing anymore or may be , the writer is disconcerted...
but I will tell you the reason : Its Jodhpur.

In the morning hours, its my habit to go through "guardian.co.uk" and there was this page about "Rajasthan Folk Festival" in Jodhpur which ofcourse brought nostalgia and ya, an urge to write about the most wonderful city , I have got to be in, some times..

Foreigners ,whenever writing about India, or for that matter, some Rajasthani city : have an (or multiple) element (s) of divine/religious inclinations while describing those fanciful rajasthani dresses, or the lady dancing in that traditional attire on the tunes of folklore.
but whatever be their main line of writing : one can always feel that in the fastened daily lives or in the hastening professional lives, every one does indeed aspires for those serene locales, for that sun setting into deep horizon with a promise of another wonderful day , the next day.
and yes, those people do capture it with their heart.

We have been told that the true value of what you always have had is realized when you get to know it by mingling with other possibilites.
and Jodhpur's : I never had any doubt.

Be it driving on my scooter through the lanes with slow speed or be it sitting in the temple near my home in nights (or any time)....one can always feel that one belongs indeed here.
and add to that , availability of any thing which one may need : and boy!!! I love this city.

and it always helps (or makes one feel proud) that we do belong to that rich tradition or that we have studied in that great school of yore, that I see myself in that gray paint and white shirt as lively as ever :still : is an ebullient feeling . And knowing that no other place could ever match the Samosas, sweets prepared here : I already feel turns in my belly.

That light-exercising-guy in the video (I will give you the link later) , or that crow on the top of that historical fort or those blue-home-tops, scatterd yet united beneath the azure sky : its just great. And these thing can always let anyone know what the real Jodhpur is all about .

Well Enjoy yourself :
"http://www.guardian.co.uk/travel/2009/nov/12/india-music-festival-rajasthan-folk"

Intrigued.

I refrain from writing about you ,
for I fear, not knowing you enough .

I hesitate in praising your pictures,
as the person has been far from me so far.

Inspiration has again come up,
as I see you mirrored through it.

Can't help smiling ,
when thought of being with you, enters the intrigued head.

though it fascinates me a lot to enter them
Can't read through your eyes,
they puzzle me the most.

and the thought ,
whether you thought about me, in some moment
makes all my moments elevated and quizzed.

the scene that your locks are coming on to your eyes,
makes my brows tickle with their sense and
my eyes twinkle with their touch.

vivid are my senses,
questioned are my defences,
Help me out!!!

A Beautiful Morning

It seldom happens that you board a tempoo for office in the morning with your friend and even before putting first foot in the tempoo, you know that the next few minutes have been made beautiful as they ever could be.

It was a regular morning , as usual, we were to catch a tempoo to reach office , a tempoo stopped and I could see a face in it so that ,I sat on the seat in front of that face while my friend hadn't noticed it (he was too involved in talking to me and besides, it was to be his first day at office!!!)...so he sat by their sides.

In general, if you see a beautiful face some where , you see it, you look away and you have a notion in you that she was good , but the person in front of me possessed those features that I, inspite of knowing that my eyes were on her , could not help a smile coming out of me. She too had that smile in her eyes after having seen me spread mine.
I gestured to my friend about it and he looked side ways and mesmerized is the word ,you use for a facial expression that my friend had.

and to tell you more, they were two, one was wearing a yellowish green suit and the other one a pink suit. The glow on their lovely faces is one you get to see once in a while. The one in yellow suit had in her eyes those smiling twinkles , a person could seldom take his gaze away from them. the eye brows were slightly upwards oriented making it feel as if a flawless sketch of serene beauty was drawn in front of you.

The other one seemed more reserved in herself but, don't we love calm water at times? I do.
Their facial features apart, when they were to get off the tempoo, I could look the completeness in them. Perfect features , balanced fixtures.

and for quite some time, you thank the air around you for those wonderful moments, for the beauty you saw and smiles spread across the whole ensuing day.